A Day Of Writing

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Hi!

Does anybody ever have those days where you are constantly disrupted during writing? For me, today was one of those -_- From cats scraping at the window, to hoovers, to people barging into the room - it was rather annoying and tampered with my ''flow''.

However, I did manage to make a lot of progress in writing the next episode of Charlie which such be up very soon. It feels good to be back in the TG world after such a long and announced hiatus. Again, I would like to apologize to the readers who have been following my work. Your patience is much appreciated. To wet your appetite for what is to come, I have attached a scene from the next 12000 word episode which will be titled ''Choices''. There are no major spoilers.

Charlie began to chew on his thumb, grinding the nail against his lower set of teeth as his stomach gurgled with hunger. He gazed at the gearbox as he lifted his tight covered legs up onto the seat and curled them into a foetal position. A shot of pain ran down his abdomen from the tight corset and his underwear sunk into uncomfortable places but he didn’t take much notice as he felt much worse elsewhere.

He started to think normally again and began mapping out possible escape options but he soon came to the crushing conclusion that there was none. He was in the middle of nowhere. He knew he had two impossible choices that he had to face. The first was to walk away from the blackmail and face the consequences of everybody knowing what had happened, who he was, and what he had done. The second choice was to avoid all of the shame, embarrassment, and pain in going home and start a new life as Dave’s girlfriend instead, to live life as a woman.

Just to think about the choices made him feel sick and nauseated. Both were equally frightening and complex. He could never feel sure that his family, friends, and the public would accept him after hearing his story if he walked away from the blackmail. He felt he could not face the life destroying results and he was unsure if the risk would be worth it. How could he possibly tell everyone that he had been leading a secret life with his sister’s ex-boyfriend?

He buried his face in his hands. It hurt his head to think about the penalties in revealing his true self. He felt certain that people would assume he was some sort of a freak who lied about everything and actually had a true homosexual relationship with Dave. He felt convinced that his mother and sister would never look at him the same again even if they tried to live normally. It just wasn’t that kind of society. However, the dreaded thought dawned upon him that everybody back home would eventually connect the dots. After all, he and Dave would eventually be classed as missing persons who supposedly ran away together. Speculation would certainly arise.

I have destroyed my life. He thought.

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I am often distracted from writing (comments) by whiskey and women. And men.
And needless to say, prawns. ^_^
Shiny objects too! = ) I love diamonds... <3

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Whiskey and women?

Hell I'm just distracted by whiskey. Distractions, don't have many except for finding another story I have to read. Right now I'm in luck. I've read every one of Zoe Sharps novels, every one of Lee Childs novels, and am now searching for another author to grip me like those two do. Opps, I forgot, Vince Flynn does that to me too, but I'm taking a sabbatical from him for a while. That means I have to write on my own, boo hoo but maybe I'll finish that damned Twins crap and start writing the sequel to Assassin, Arecee

My distractions from reading

here are my three cute puppies [Booger-a nine year old Peekapoo, Mo moo, a five year old German Shepard-Poodle mix and one year old Snoopy, daughter of Moo-Moo. TV shows and sleeping.

    Stanman
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